The night falls, the stars are like a painting in the dark sky, but the moon is nowhere to be found, perhaps hiding behind a cloud, quietly watching the earth.

  The lamp oil is like beans, in the Wangfu of Feiyang, the sound of the qin in the Mingyuan Xuan is continuous and unbroken. To outsiders, it must be that Feiyang Wang is again indulging in his favorite pastime with his male concubine, but in reality, things often turn out to be beyond people's expectations.

  A figure in black stood before King Xuyang of Feng, waiting for him to speak.

  Just a moment ago, she sneaked into the Wangfu and met with Prince Lian in Mingyuan Xuan. She couldn't wait to tell him about what Chu Lianruo had entrusted her with. After learning of this, Prince Lian's brow furrowed tightly as well. This was just the beginning, but it already made Shi Yuyin suspicious. If things went on like this and she got a hold of something, Chu Lianruo's days in the palace would definitely be difficult.

  Looking at the frowning Ling Wang, Qing Qing also sighed, it had only been a month since she last saw Ling Wang Fei, and yet Ling Wang had already become so haggard. If she were to see him again in the future, she wondered if he would still be able to continue pretending as if nothing was wrong.

  "Tell her, I know, everything, I'll take care of it, just let her be at ease." Finally, Xuyang spoke up, thinking of that face that could shatter his heart, a bitter feeling arose in his chest.

  "If the prince is fine, then you can go back first." Just as she was about to turn around, she was pulled back by Xuyang. Shocked, she turned around and saw Xuyang's sorrowful face, and for a moment, she didn't know what to do either.

  Xu Yang opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but after a long while, he let go of Qingqing and waved his hand, indicating that she could leave. Even with a thousand words to express, this was not the time to pour out his feelings. Xu Yang still understood this, but as Qingqing left, he had no idea when he would hear news about Chu Lianruo again. Thinking of this, his heart felt like it was being stabbed with a knife.

  "Your Highness can rest assured, the princess is fine." With that, he didn't wait for Xiang Yang to say anything else and quickly left Ming Yun Xuan.

  Everything is fine, that's good. I can now prepare outside with a clear conscience and work together with you without any distractions. Xiangyang smiled slightly. On that day when she stabbed herself in the abdomen with her knife in front of him, if he hadn't softened his heart and agreed to her request, would they still be like this today? If she were still by his side, what did it matter if he didn't fight for the throne? Simple food and drink would be enough as long as she was there.

  "Your Highness, don't be sad. Once the big thing is done, what you think in your heart will naturally come true." Wei Qu said while stroking the zither. This was the most decadent month in Xuyang's memory, and it was all because of that woman. Indeed, this love could save people or harm them.

  Xu Yang waved his hand, "Tomorrow, you personally go to Cen State for a trip. This matter must be done before Shi Yu Yin, and no mistakes can be made."

  Wei Qu remained calm, stroking his guqin with an unchanged expression, nodding: "Don't worry, I know what to do."

  In the vast and quiet hall, at this moment, there was only that faint sound of the guqin, and no other sounds.

  Qing Qing, who had returned to the Yihuan Palace, changed back into her palace attire and relayed Xu Yang's words to Chu Lian Ruo. However, she didn't mention Xu Yang's feelings for her, not because she didn't want to, but because she was afraid that if she did, Chu Lian Ruo would struggle even more. She didn't want this matter to end in vain, nor did she want both of them to live in pain.

  "My dear."

  Chu Lian lay on the bed, still calling out in a low voice. She wanted to ask her how Xi Yang was doing now, but she was afraid of hearing an answer she didn't want to hear.

  "Master, don't worry, Wang Ye is fine. He asked me to tell you to be at ease." Qingqing turned around, hiding the pain in her heart, and said with a smile.

  Chu Lian nodded slightly, and her eyes seemed to flash with a hint of tears, which eventually fell as a single drop. If it weren't for this deep-seated hatred, if it weren't for that profound obsession, if there were no past grievances, if she didn't carry the weight of these family feuds, perhaps she could have lived a good life with Xū Yáng. But fate always seems to be against people's happiness. The causes of the past lead to the consequences of the present. Although she wasn't one to nitpick, she still had to vent her resentment and anger one by one.

  "Little master." Seeing the tears on Chu Lian's face, Qing couldn't help but softly call out. If someone saw this, it would probably lead to more misunderstandings. In this deep palace, there were traps everywhere, and one had to be careful at all times.

  Wiping away the tears on her face, Chu Lian pulled down the curtain and said, "It's getting late, you should rest too."

  You blew out the candles in the palace and walked out after closing the door.

  The night in the palace is long and cold, tossing and turning, finally getting through the long night.

  "Master, it snowed last night." The little palace maid who had just helped Chu Lianruo put on her clothes smiled and ran in.

  Looking at Si Wei's slightly flushed face and the snowball in his hand, Chu Lian also couldn't help but laugh softly. In a daze, a thread of sadness flashed through her heart. If it weren't for that deep-seated hatred, living such a peaceful life would be wonderful. Only, everything could only be thought about in her heart.

  Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard Qingqing and Siwei call out: "Long live Your Majesty."

  Before he could even open his mouth, Li Gonggong, who was attending him, suddenly rushed in and said, "Your Majesty, I have something important to report."

  Xu Rong furrowed his brow, thinking that Chu Lian had left Qinghua Palace early in the morning, but now something else has come up again, truly not a moment of peace.

  "Go on." He waved his hand and finally let Li Gonggong continue.

  "Reporting to Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine Hu Die of the Butterfly Lotus Palace had a nightmare early in the morning and is now crying out for Your Majesty's presence." Eunuch Li said with his head lowered, after taking a glance at Xi Rong's expression.

  Upon hearing this, a hint of cold smile flashed across Chu Lianruo's face. Was she having a nightmare? It was probably because she wanted to see Xū Róng, wasn't it? Glancing around at the palace attendants, Chu Lianruo raised an eyebrow, presumably knowing that Xū Róng had arrived at Yǐ Huān Palace early in the morning, and feeling displeased.

  "Your Majesty, since Concubine Die is in a hurry, you can go over there first. I, your concubine, am not bothered." Chu Lianruo said as she stood up, with a gentle smile on her face.

  Xu Rong lifted her head to see Chu Lian's gentle and warm demeanor, which made her feel even more apologetic. As for Yuan Mengdie, she felt a deeper sense of disgust towards her. Aren't people most afraid of being compared? This comparison made Yuan Mengdie's spoiled and arrogant nature stand out even more, while Chu Lianruo's kindness had taken root in Xu Rong's heart.

  "That lonely one will go first, you wait for me." Xū Róng smiled apologetically, looking at Chǔ Liǎnrú with some reluctance.

  Chu Lian slightly nodded her head and curtsied: "Your concubine bids farewell to Your Majesty."

  Watching Xiurong leave, Chulian rubbed the corners of her mouth, which had stiffened into a somewhat awkward smile. Her good mood was completely ruined by Xiurong, and she no longer felt like going out to enjoy the snow.

  The sky seemed to have darkened, adding a few more points of depression. Before long, it was snowing heavily.

  These past few days have been peaceful, but it seems like Yuan Mengdie really has something going on. For three consecutive days, Xu Rong hasn't had time to come to Yuhuan Palace, and Chu Lian is delighted with the quiet.

  During this time, Xú Róng did send someone over to offer condolences and also sent over many high-quality tribute gifts.

  The snow had been falling on and off for several days, and the quiet, cold nights were densely packed with a layer of snow that covered the ground, making it even more serene. The entire imperial palace, with its layered glazed golden tiles, was thickly covered in snow, as if the whole place had transformed into a pure white world.

  The white snow covered everything, and everything was quietly growing in the snow. No one would notice, of course, nor could they.

  The night was deep, but Chu Lian had not the slightest sleepiness. She held a book she had read halfway through in one hand and leaned against the headboard, with a fox fur cloak draped over her body. The color and texture were both of high quality, pure white without any blemishes, and it made her skin look like jade, pale and radiant.

  This fox fur coat was sent by Xurong's servant the day before yesterday, and I didn't want to wear it, but it was too cold tonight, so I reluctantly let Simiao bring it over to cover myself with.

  She stroked the soft fox fur with her hand, and suddenly thought of Xiurong's figure, and burst out laughing coldly. Nothing would be difficult for her, she told herself, she could wait, she could endure, but everything, she would slowly take back.

  He casually closed the book, took off his fox fur coat, pulled over the quilt and also closed his eyes.

  Having a good rest overnight, early in the morning, she saw Li Gonggong waiting outside the door. Chu Lianer didn't want to see him, but this superficial courtesy was still necessary, so she let Qingqing invite him in.

  "The young master is auspicious. His Majesty's intention is for the young master to prepare, as he will be coming over to Yuhuan Palace for an early meal." Li Zhao Ting said with a bow.

  "Thank you, sir. I'll have someone prepare it right away." Chu Lian was currently sitting in front of the dressing mirror, allowing Si Wei to draw on her face.

  Upon hearing this, Li Gonggong quietly retreated, and Chu Lianru furrowed her brow, thinking that what was meant to come would still come.

  She put on a resplendent purple palace dress, tied a waistband of the same color around her waist, combed her scattered hair into a simple bun, and adorned it with some delicate pearls.

  Bright eyes and white teeth, looking at herself in the mirror, Chu Lian seemed a bit dazed. These scenes were so familiar, as if she had experienced them before.

  At this point, Chu Lian suddenly laughed at herself. It was something that had already happened, so how could it be said to be as if?

  "What's so funny, young master?" Si Wei couldn't help but ask in a soft voice as he looked at Chu Lian's sudden smile.

  Chu Lian shook her head, smiling at the simplicity of Qin Zhao's heart back then. If she had been as cunning as she is now, she probably wouldn't have ended up dying a miserable death in the Cold Palace, nor would she have been outwitted by Shi Yu Yin, and she wouldn't have harbored such deep hatred for that person.

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